Chapter 9
"Oh, yes, the dance." Rochie tried to sound casual. "What about it?"
"Do you know any girls who'd want to go with me?" Atsushi asked. Rochie's heart sank. He didn't want to go with her.
She hid the disappointment in her voice. "Hm, I don't know. I'm sure you'll find someone. You are, after all, Sakurai Atsushi."
Atsushi smiled, and to Rochie's shock, gave her a big hug. Her cheeks flared red.
"Arigatou, Rochie-san." He bowed and went his own way.
"Well, that sucks," Rochie whispered.
"Luna!" Cassie smiled. "I have a question for you."
"Really?" Luna said, eyes wide.
"When you asked me to the dance, did you mean like, real dates, like, the kind that, you know, date?" Cassie was blushing madly.
Luna blushed back. "Yeah, but if you're.."
"Oh, no," Cassie said. "I just never knew you were.."
"I didn't either," she said thoughtfully. "I had heard from Ginny you were, but I felt rude to ask."
"I never thought you'd be. Like, I was so scared, because I was going to ask you to go with me, when we never even talked about.. our orientations."
Luna smiled. "This sort of thing never happens to me. You read it in books a lot, though."
"Yeah, well, I dunno." Cassie and Luna blushed.
Rochie paced herself daydreamily through the busy corridor, which was filled with commotion over the dance. Girls gossiped, guys tried to work up the courage to ask girls.
"Ah, it's fucha," Rochelle smirked. Kyo pouted. He's such a character, Rochie thought.
"Baka."
Rochie replied in Japanese, "I speak Japanese, remember Tooru?"
He blinked. "Why do you know Japanese?"
"I'm a crazed fangirl," Rochie replied simply.
"Fuch-Fuckch-Fucka," he said. "Fucka."
"Fucha's more fun sounding, and I'll mock you for it anyways."
"Oi, baka fangirl." He began to walk away when Rochie called, "Kyo, wait."
"Hai?"
"You're going to the dance with me," she said in English.
Kyo blinked. "Eh?"
Rochie repeated in Japanese "You're going to the dance with me."
"I already have about fifty fangirls," he replied coolly.
"Oh? Like who?"
"-but I weel go weeth joo," he switched to English, trying to "keep his cool."
"Alright. Baibai, Kyo-kun."
Rochie smirked, feeling successful of getting anyone to do what she wants.. except Atsushi, but he'd learn.
By Friday, gossip was all about of who was going with who, but no one knew about Luna and Cassie, except Rochelle of course. Hermione and Ron were going, Harry and Ginny were going, Cheyenne was going to ask Gackt, and Emily had a certain someone in mind, but told no one.
"C'mon Cheyenne, you can do it!" Cassie pushed her forward slightly.
"Uhuh.. Gackt-sama?" Cheyenne said.
"Yes?"
"Uhh.. wannagotothedancemaybeifyou'renotbusy?"
"Huh?"
She tried to get the words out again, but ended up saying something like jgfjkgnksjnjkern.
"I must go now, uh, what's your name?"
Cheyenne's mouth hung open but no words came out.
"Cheyenne," Cassie said.
"Okay. Baibai, Cheyenne-san."
". . ."
He walked away, seeming puzzled.
"Chey?" Cassie said.
Cheyenne swallowed and replied, "Did I really make that much of a fool of myself?"
"We'll try again, don't worry."
"Oh Sesshomarou, what would you do?"
Back in the common room, Cassie ran into a face she hadn't seen in a while.
"Emi! Long time no see," Cassie said with a smile.
"Hello Cassie! All is well I hope?" she replied politely.
"Yeah. Are you excited about the dance?"
"Oh yes, I have a very nice boy as my date."
"Who?"
"His name is Neville Longbottom." Cassie's jaw dropped. Sexy Harajuku girls and dorky klutzes didn't usually mix, but she'd have to congratulate Neville on this one.
"Oh! Neville's cool."
"Yes!"
"So are you going to ask Atsushi?" Cassie asked.
"Oh, well, nah," Rochie said, not feeling like explaining her total rejection. "Kyo-kun asked me."
"Fucha boy?"
"Yeah."
"Cute. That's an interesting plot twist the author of this story made," Cassie said.
Rochelle laughed.
"K-Konnichiwa, Gackt-sama," Cheyenne said with a bow.
"Hello Cheyenne-san!" he replied friendly.
"You hear about the d-dance?"
"Of course! Had to fight off fangirls and exgirlfriends."
"Oh, so you have a.. date?" Cheyenne tried not to freak out.
"Not yet. I'm waiting for someone.. sane to ask me." Darn, thought Cheyenne and Cassie.
"KAWAII SAMA! GACKT!" crazed fangirls surrounded him.
"Fuck! Baibai!" and he ran off.
"This is way too lame."
Emily walked with Sarah through the dark corridors, occasionally fwoofing up her hair in the back.
"Draco ditched Pansy in a heartbeat when all I did was give him 'the look,'" Sarah laughed.
"Lucky. He's the sexiness," Emily replied.
"Are you going to find a date, or just whore yourself around? The dance is in two days."
"Well, both maybe. There's this-" Emily froze mid-sentence. Walking down the hall, cool as ever, was him.
"Bee arr bee," Emily said, almost hypnotized. She approached him seductively.
"You like dances?" she asked.
"Maybe," he replied.
"Me and you'd look pretty damn good on the dance floor. Go with me?"
"Why?"
"Because."
"Sure, why noot?" he replied.
As Kazuo Kiriyama walked away, Emily said to Sarah, "..Just like that."
"Let me do this," Cassie said as Cheyenne gave her puppy eyes.
"Oi, GACKT!" Cassie called out.
"Hello, friend of zat one Cheyenne girl."
"Er, right. Look, I know someone who wants to go to the dance with you," Cassie said, straight to the point.
"Oh? Can't zey ask me zemselves?"
"Well-"
"Cass! We gotta go! McGonnagal wants to see us!" Cheyenne grabbed Cassie's arm faster than Cassie could object. "Baibai Gackt-sama!"
Cassie glared at Cheyenne. "I almost had him."
"He-he looked doubtful, and-and.. he's famous, and I'm a stupid stalker."
"Oh, fine then. Have fun being dateless because you were scared."
As Cassie walked away, Cheyenne's eyes looked hurt. Cassie couldn't help but feel bad.
